A BIG FAT FROG BLOG

I went to a funeral recently, a well known local man who ran a bar in the village. The sort of Breton village bar that’s hasn’t changed, or probably even been cleaned, for many, many years but still holds an ubiquitous charm. He was a man of few words; he had throat cancer a few years ago and found talking difficult. Mini frog was particularly fond of him, their relationship that of grandfather-grandson, which more often than not erupted into a gentle boxing match or physical play. A local journalist wrote an fitting obituary, published together with a handsome photo. I showed mini frog the picture in the paper. ‘Oh look’ he said ‘Its Marcel’ then very excitedly announced ‘I want to see him again’ ‘Oh really’ I reply, wondering how I am going to explain his absence, ‘why is that then’? He replies by making a chopping action with his hand and says ‘well, I want to hit him’. A fitting truibute from a 3 year old!